Consequences of Misbehavior P5 - Another Ass Burning

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. The chapters are being posted separately, and while each chapter depicts a corporal punishment scene, they are probably best enjoyed if read sequentially. Author feedback that is positive or negative is encouraged and very much appreciated. None of the characters are real, and the names are all made up and any semblance to real people or actual places is not intentional. It revolves around a single main character who is a typical senior in high school, shooting his way through puberty and growing up fast. The boy is 17 at the story beginning, but soon turns 18 finds himself in trouble. Like a lot of teenagers in real life, he makes a few mistakes, and in doing so he learns a few hard lessons about the consequences of misbehavior. I hope you truly enjoy his adventures. – Nathan

CHAPTER V – ANOTHER ASS BURNING

I was really shocked when Jenny asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, staring at me right after I shot that massive load right in front of her and her brother. I mean, that just struck me as so odd, and of course there was NO WAY I could go to any dance, especially with my old girlfriend. Yeah, what the fuck? I stared at her, and her brother, my cock spent and deflating fast. I didn’t know what to say. My heart started pounding, but even so my spent dick fell over sideways, like a piece of wet macaroni. It was shrinking fast. The ache in my nuts was gone, replaced with a new feeling of satisfaction and numbness. I had been totally milked dry, and now she wanted me to be her date? FUCK THAT!

I shook my head. Then I started to say: Oh...oh no, but thanks. I’m not really dating anyone right now, and I don’t think your brother....

SHUT THE FUCK UP STUD Thomas said, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

Then he continued: If my sister asked you to the Sadie Hawkins dance, then you say yes and you go. It’s that simple. You know the rules, and that’s how the dance works stupid. Every guy in the school will be there. I’ll be there too. Mary Craner asked me. You know her—the cheerleader with the really big tits! Yeah, she’s a senior, and she asked me! I don’t know why, but she did, and she’s Jenny’s best friend, and I guess she thinks I’m cute.

Thomas was staring at the screen, his head filling it up bigger than life size and he was grinning wide. Then he continued: Yeah stud, you and Jenny will make a fine couple. In fact, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see Jenny going out with. Once you have your spent junk back into it’s little metallic prison, my sister will be safe enough. I’m not worried–you couldn’t fuck her if you tried! Yeah...it’s a great idea. You take her to the dance, and make certain she has a great time. And if I find out you don’t do everything she wants to do, dance every song she wants to dance to and kiss her in the pumpkin patch for the obligatory dance photo, then I swear to God that it will be a long damn time before your cock gets free of it’s little prison again. A long damn time! This is my sister’s birthday, so you make sure you make it special and don’t fuck it up for her. Be ready by five. Make sure you look hot too—it’s a western theme so don’t embarrass Jenny by dressing like a douche bag. I want to see you in a really tight pair of jeans, with cowboy boots and a denim shirt too. That’s what Ill be wearing, and my sister’s date needs to look hot too. Yeah, tight jeans! Don’t forget. I’m sure with that metal shit locking up your junk and stuffed in your pants, you’ll look like quite the stud. See you tonight!

The light went red, and the screen went blank. THEY WERE GONE!

My heart was pounding. Oh GOD. I looked at my probation officer, thinking he would unstrap me from the chair, but instead he said: Well, I’ve got to hand it to him. Your PV knows how to play you up. He’s very good at it, and he is keeping your probation a learning experience, which the Corporal Punishment Initiative encourages. Like it or not, he’s making sure you’re a good example to the guys in your school why it’s best to stay out of trouble. But at least today he let you get off, and that’s got to feel good I imagine.

I was so damn fucked, but he was right, and at least I had gotten off and I felt really good inside. My entire body just seemed to no longer be on edge, and I savored the feeling and wished I could keep it. As I was having those thoughts, my probation officer took a wet rag, and started to clean my cock and balls, getting me ready to go back in the tube. As he was doing that, he said: You’ve got a mandatory appointment next week, but we might as well get it done now, so you won’t have to worry about coming back here for a month. I need to get you cleaned up, and we need to get the hair off these balls. You’ve got a few stands growing over your cock too that you’ve missed, but I’ll fix that. Overall, things look good to me, but we’ll let the doc make sure. One good thing, with your cock wilted it will be easy today to get you back in the tube and it looks like we can skip the ice. Might as well take advantage of that.

And so I stayed tied in the chair while he washed my nuts and cock and used the wax sheets to remove the sex hair that had started to grow back in. I hated it, hated the feeling of being tied in that chair, hated the feeling of having my pubes jerked out by the roots, and hated the feeling of sitting on the new welts across my ass. I especially hated the intense burn that was radiating across my bottom once again. Yeah, probation sucked. Of course, it was intended to, and if I had known how bad it would be, I never would have hit that kid. Not in a million years.

When the doctor came in my probation officer took the metal scrotum cage and cock tube and left, and said he’d be right back after he got the thing steam cleaned and sterilized. While he was gone the doc examined my junk, and he picked up my dick and slowly examined every inch of it. He took out the bottle of state approved lubrication oil, and liberally worked it into the skin on my shaft, up and down, rubbing it over the head of my cock with his thumb. He liberally oiled up the locking ring that was still behind my nuts, and then he worked it into my balls, hefting them and fondling them as he did so. He wasn’t in a hurry, and clearly he seemed to be enjoying taking his time. My cock started to get hard, but it was way too spent to go very far in that direction. He laughed, and continued to work in the oil, liberally lubricating my cock and my balls until they were glistening. I guess my cock was just too milked out to get really hard right then, and for that I was actually glad. I really didn’t like the way he fondled me, not then I didn’t, but I was way too scared to complain, and so I just watched him touching me, taking his time to lubricate every single inch of my pole.

All told, he worked on my cock and played with my sac for close to twenty minutes, but when my probation officer came back with the shined up and sterilized PCD, the doctor let go of my package and said: Well...he’s lubed and ready for it. He’s good to go for another month.

And then he was gone.

It only took a couple of minutes for the probation officer to slide the tube over my slick cock, and get the metal cage over my scrotum and the bright red padlock locked back in place. Then he unstrapped me from the chair, and said: OK...that’s it for today. Enjoy the dance, and make sure she has a really good time. If you don’t, it sounds like her brother might keep you locked up for a while.

FUCK! After I left the Corporal Administration Center I road my bike back home, and my parents were their waiting and they were pissed. I had never defied them before, and my father told me I was grounded until further notice. No car. No bike. No friends. No outside activities. But I was 18, and I wasn’t a little boy any more, and I for sure wasn’t going to be grounded. No, I didn’t say anything, and instead just stared at them. I didn’t give them the satisfaction of an argument, and instead I just went to my room and closed the door. But I had a dance to go to and I was going. So I took a shower, got cleaned up and shaved, and then got dressed for the dance. Since the Sadie Hawkins dance had a western theme, I found my cowboy boots, and the tightest pair of jeans I had. I had to stuff the PCD into them, and the bulge in front was enormous looking. But hell, that’s what Thomas had wanted to see, and so that’s the view I was going to give him. Of course, the tight jeans were very uncomfortable where the tight fabric rubbed across the welts on my bottom. Without doubt, Thomas wanted it that way.

I came out of my room at about fifteen minutes before five, and my father immediately said: Where do you think you are going? You are grounded son, grounded! Hand me your cell phone too, and take your coat off. You aren’t going anywhere.

I looked at my dad and said: No...you’re not getting my cell phone. And I’m not going to let you ground me either. I’m 18. I’m an adult, not some little kid you can boss around any more. I’m going to the school dance, and I’m going with Jenny Lincoln. So get over it.

My mother screamed. She was really pissed, and then she yelled: OH NO YOU’RE NOT! That’s the girl you HAD SEX WITH! YOU ....YOU FUCKED HER! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE HER TO ANY DANCE! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GO OUT WITH HER. NOT TONIGHT! NOT EVER! NOW, BACK TO YOUR ROOM MISTER!

I shook my head, but didn’t answer her. I didn’t talk back. But I did walk out the front door, and walked away from my house. I sent Jenny a text, and wrote: Change of plans. Pick me up on Granit Street, at the corner. Had to escape parents.

I hit the send button, and a few seconds later my phone pinged, and she replied: OK.

And sure enough, about ten minutes later she was there, and as I got in her car my heart was pounding.

On the way to the Sadie Hawkins dance my cell started ringing, and it was my parents. I turned my phone off, and put it in my jacket pocket. I wasn’t about to answer any more calls.

The dance was fun, and I had a good time, in spite of the drama at home. Sure, I got kidded about the big bulge in my jeans, but of course all the guys knew I was locked up in the state chastity device, so the bulge in my pants from the Probation Control Device wasn’t new to anyone by this time. Thomas Lincoln’s new girl was all over him, licking his ears, holding his back as they danced close, and kissing him deep in the Pumpkin Patch, an area where they had set up hay bales and a pile of pumpkins as decorations. There was a photographer there, and he was snapping photos of all the couples. Jenny and I got our picture taken, and she was holding my hand and for the picture she put her head against mine. She wanted to dance every dance it seemed, or at least every slow dance, and she pulled me tight against her and wrapped her arms around me as we swayed to the music. I knew Thomas was watching, but he was too busy with his own girl to watch too closely, and since I was all locked up tight clearly he didn’t really have to worry about me.

I was surprised how much fun I was having. I hadn’t been with any girl since before the fight, and Jenny hadn’t given me the time of day since it happened. But now, it was almost as before, and I realized I still liked her, a lot. Of course, my dick was locked up, and that was something I definitely couldn’t forget, so things weren’t quite the same by a long shot. Still, I enjoyed the dance and being with her was a lot of fun. By the time the dance was winding down and people started to leave, my cock was trying to swell inside the tube and I was feeling the urge and the frustration. The band played their last song, and then sadly it was time to go. Of course, several of the seniors were headed to the overlook, but I figured Jenny would just take me home. But when I got in her car, she didn’t, and instead drove up to the overlook, where I had fucked her just a little over a month ago. My heart was pounding, as the memory flooded back.

I said: Hey....what are you doing? I’m locked up Jenny.....and my dick is already hurting just seeing you again. This isn’t a good idea coming up here.

There were several other cars along the bluff, which was to be expected, and she pulled over to the far left, and turned off the engine. Then she kissed me, deep, her tongue going down my throat. As she did that, I felt her hand resting on the metallic cage where my cock and balls were. She said: I know you can’t fuck me stupid. But you got off four times today, remember? I watched you, and you sure shot a lot of sperm. You’ve had your orgasm. But it’s my birthday, not yours, and I want you to get me off. There’s nothing wrong with your tongue is there?

OH GOD. My heart was pounding. I wanted to say no...I did, but hell, she was so hot and I wanted to be inside her panties so damn bad, and so I did. In fact, I had her panties down in seconds after that, and she was wet! I went down on her and licked her hot little pussy from top to bottom, working her clit with my tongue in little circles until she was gasping. It took me less than five minutes to get her off, and when she had her orgasm she was grabbing my head and squealing with delight. FUCK MY DICK WAS TRYING TO GET HARD!

I could feel it trying to swell inside the tube, and it was very uncomfortable, but I didn’t care and I enjoyed making it hot for her. Afterwards we talked, like old friends, and she kissed me deep, tasting her pussy juices on my tongue I suppose as she toyed with my cock cage. She had my pants open and my underwear down at that point, and she was tickling the hairless skin of my bald scrotum through the little bars of its cage, and as she did she started to talk.

You know my brother is teasing you, making you pay. The state officials at the Corporal Administration Center coached him on how to get to you. He’s even got a packet they gave him from the center. I don’t think he’s all that mad any more, but he was a month ago, and when you beat him up even I wanted to kill you. The center has told him that he has a duty to make an example out of you so that other guys will want to avoid getting in trouble. But I’ll talk to him. The rules allow him to remove your PCD and maybe I can talk him into letting you out of if for a week every once in a while. I know it’s not much, and two years is a long time but if you could get a week of freedom it would let us fuck again. And I want that. I really do Mika. Your cock was really huge today, and I want it inside of me again. Don’t you?

OH GOD! I wanted that more than anything in the world. I was so excited after that and so full of hope that I could hardly contain my grin. She drove me home, and when I got there it was around 11pm, and the lights were still on and my dad was waiting up for me. As I came into the living room I figured he was going to start a lecture, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said very matter-of-factly: You have an appointment tomorrow with your probation officer after school. Be there at 4pm, and don’t be late. Otherwise they will issue a warrant for your arrest.

I stared at him. What the fuck? My eyes squinted, trying to take in what he had said. What...what are you saying? Please dad...I know your mad, but...

No Mika. Save it. Your probation officer will explain it to you. I’m not mad. You are on probation, and you violated your probation rules. This time you’re getting the belt. If you test us again, you will be a very sorry young man. Goodnight son.

And then he got up and went into his bedroom to join my mother, closing the door. My heart was pounding. What the fuck? Things were turning to shit again, and fast.

And sure enough, the next morning things started off less than great. For starters, my dad confiscated my cell phone, and this time I gave it to him. Then he made me take the school bus to school. At school, things continued to go downhill. During home room, my first period of the day, our first quarter grades were handed out and the very second I opened my envelope and saw my science grade I knew I was in deep shit. Yeah, it was a D. And sure enough, inside the envelope there was a red 3x5 index card from the Corporal Administration Center, and as I read the card my heart started to pound.

NOTICE OF PROBATION VIOLATION

As a reminder, SECTION B1, RULES 1-5: BEHAVIORAL REQUIREMENTS it states that there will be a mandatory return to the CPI center for additional corporal punishment for any of several infractions. You have received an academic report card grade less than C which is in direct violation of your probation behavioral rules. You are hereby ordered to report to the nearest Corporal Administration Center after school today at 4pm. Your probation officer will take care of the administration of your mandatory punishment for your misbehavior.

There was a place at the bottom of my report card for a parent to sign, and of course I had to return the envelope to the school the next day with the signature blocks filled in. There was no choice but to show it to my parents, and I was so fucked I had no idea what to do. But I also didn’t have long to figure things out and the truth was my options were vey limited. The bottom line was I had to go to the Corporal Administration Center as soon as school ended, and clearly not going wasn’t an option. Needless to say, school dragged the entire day and I could think of nothing else. My ass was still very sore from the Saturday thrashing, and the six big welts were still across my bottom, only they weren’t as vivid any more. But I could feel them still, and they went deep and my bottom wasn’t ready for any additional punishment. All I could do was hope Mr. Henderson would understand. When the bell finally rang, I walked the two miles over to the CAC building to face the music.

They buzzed me in, and my probation officer was waiting for me. There was no small talk, no hello. Instead he simply said: Follow me.

Then he escorted me down the same long hall I was familiar with, past the rooms with WEEKLY CONFERENCE ROOM signs over their doors. At the end of the hall he opened a door, and the sign over the door he opened said: PROBATION VIOLATION PUNISHMENT ROOM. Seeing that sign did not give me a good feeling.

The room was bigger than the conference rooms, and there was a small stage at the front of the room, and facing the stage were four rows of eight metal stadium seats, set up side by side. The end wall was covered from floor to ceiling with mirrored panels, so that anyone sitting in the chairs could also see themselves. On the stage was a spanking bench! It was just like the one I had been tied to when they had given my public thrashing. The pink rubber insert that I had been made to put my cock into the first time was missing, and instead there was this big empty cutout in the wood and now there was nothing but a large empty hole. But apparently, they could insert the pink plastic penis receptacle if they desired, but right now there was nothing. The spanking bench was set up so that anyone strapped to it would be facing the seats, and the guy’s bottom would be visible to everyone watching in the mirrors. At the other end of the room was a table, with two chairs, and Mr. Henderson took a seat in one, and motioned for me to sit in the other.

After I sat down, he began to talk: OK Mika, I’m not sure what is going on here but I’ve received two probation violation notices on you. Your parents called in one on Saturday evening, and your principal notified us about your grades very early this morning. I’m disappointed. You have done a great job of behaving yourself until now, but you certainly screwed up this time and I don’t like the trend. So, tell me what’s going on.

I broke down. I told him about the frustration, about how having my cock locked up inside a metal tube was driving me crazy, and how I couldn’t concentrate on school. I told him about my mother, how she just didn’t understand, and about my shitty parents and their unreasonable attitudes. I told him all of it, well, almost all of it. I left out the part about Jenny, and how she wanted me to fuck her, or how I had eaten her pussy and gotten her off after the Sadie Hawkins dance.

When I finished he said: Well, probation is tough. You messed up remember. You beat the crap out of a fourteen year old, and you could have killed him. You just need to be very careful, follow the rules, and behave yourself. Two years is a long time, but it’s not forever. They could have given you three years of probation, and you got lucky and they didn’t. And you could have gone to the county prison for what you did, and for a lot longer than two years. Try and remember that when you are feeling sorry for yourself.

Then he continued: Your parents called your violation in Saturday, when you defied them. I must remind you that under SECTION A1, RULES 1-3: CONDITIONAL REQUIREMENTS, your parents can insist you return to the CPI center for additional corporal punishment for any reason they deem necessary. And for them, they deemed it necessary because of your oppositional defiant behavior. But from what I can see, I think they are just sending you a warning this time. Your mother and father have ordered you to receive four hits with a leather belt, which is a somewhat old fashion punishment. They could have had you paddled or strapped, and they are authorized to give you up to 18 swats, one for each year you have been alive. But they went easy on you, and only ordered four to be carried out with a regular leather belt. But I imagine, if they have to send you back here again, they won’t be so lenient.

As for your academic performance, your low grade in science is unacceptable. Your principal is authorized to have us give you up to four hits with a school paddle on your bare bottom for each grade less than C, and to administer this paddling on a weekly basis until such time as your next report card shows an improvement in your academic grades. However, in this case your principal has only ordered a single spanking session with just one set of four swats. I’m guessing though that if you don’t bring your grades up he won’t be so generous after the next grading period.

Looking at me with a smile, he then said: Unless you have any questions about the punishments you have coming, or why they have been ordered, I need you to strip off your clothes now and get yourself over the spanking bench up there on the stage. I’ll secure you in position, and we can get this done and over with so you can head home.

I started to shake my head. I mean, my ass was still way too sore from the cane on Saturday, and those welts hadn’t healed. The bruises went deep, and sitting down was very uncomfortable, and there was no way I was going to let anyone hit me again until things got better. No. I wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t going to let them paddle me, and I told him so.

My probation officer said: Don’t go there Mika. This is not a negotiation, and the spanking that has been ordered is not optional. You do not have a choice today. Your bottom has an appointment with the board of education, and you will be spanked, and if you do not do as you are told, and quickly, then I am authorized to double your punishment. If I have to take your clothes off myself and fight you in order to strap you down for your punishment, that’s exactly what I will do. Now, get your clothes off, and get your naked bottom up in the air and yourself over the bench! I want you in position NOW, and your bottom perched up and begging for it.

I bolted for the door. I didn’t think about it really, but I wasn’t going to let them hit me with some wooden board or beat my bare ass with a leather belt. No. Not today. Not ever again! And so I jerked opened the door and started to run down the hall. A loud buzzer went off, making a sound I had not heard before. Then a loud siren started reverberating throughout the hallway. Immediately I saw other doors opening and several officials pouring out into the hall, and then I was being chased. But I can run fast, and I was running for all I was worth, and I was well ahead of them. I made it to the entrance door unopposed, and grabbed the handle and pulled hard to jerk open the door.

It was locked!

I screamed, and jerked again on the door in a frantic desperation, and then an instant later I was grabbed by a guy in uniform. Another man grabbed an arm, and then there were three, then four, and suddenly I was surrounded by men in uniforms and they wrestled me to the floor. I lashed out, my hands in fists, and I tried to fight them, but they were way too many. Somebody jerked my arms behind my body and I was cuffed, and then somebody else took a rope and it went around my feet. Another guy in uniform trussed my knees together, and then I was picked up, and carried down the hall and back to the room I had bolted from. I squirmed and fought them the entire way. I was dragged up to the stage. They ripped my t-shirt off of me. Shirtless, I was tossed over the bench, and then they undid the cuffs and pulled my arms to the sides, where they buckled them into the leather straps that were there for that purpose. They took off my sneakers and socks, and then somebody else undid my belt, and then my jeans were jerked down, and then my underwear next, and I fought them with every muscle in my body. But even so, soon enough I was naked and my feet were spread wide apart. They buckled me into leather cuffs around each ankle, and another set above each knee, and a large leather strap that went over my back. It took them several minutes, but finally I was strapped down to the spanking bench naked, and I started to scream.

NO! NOOO! YOU FUCKHEADS CAN’T DO THIS. STOP IT! STOP IT! FUCK. FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! I’ll KILL YOU FUCKERS! I WILL! I WILL KILL YOU FUCKHEADS IF YOU DON’T LET ME GO!

As I was yelling and screaming and cussing, I heard Mr. Henderson say in a very calm voice: Gag him. I don’t see any reason to listen to his shit any more.

Somebody then stuffed a large rubber ball into my mouth, and looped a cord that it was attached to behind my head, which made it impossible to spit out. I was gagged! I continued to grunt, trying to cuss and scream but only mumbles came out after that. I grunted in anger, screamed into that gag in fear, and fought and jerked with every muscle in my body. I bit down on the rubber ball, trying to bite it in two, but that was a wasted effort. I was struggling so hard the spanking bench was shaking, and the entire stage seemed to rattle.

My naked ass was also bobbing up and down, and I was thrashing my head side to side as I fought the leather cuffs that held me to the bench. I was desperate to break free!

My probation officer came up behind me, and gently let his hand fall on the right cheek of my bottom that was going up and down, and he started to slide his hand over it, feeling my ass and gently rubbing his hand over each of my twin mounds. As he slid his hand over the skin, tracing the outlines of where the cane had hit me with his fingers, he said in a very calm voice: Struggling isn’t going to change anything. I can reach every inch of your bottom, and you are still making bad choices. We are going to let some visitors in now to watch your punishment, and they will be sitting in the chairs and watching you. If you want to put on a show for them, go ahead. The boys are between 12 and 17 years of age, and are considered high risk youth. None of them have been arrested for anything serious, but all of them have been in trouble. We often bring at-risk youth in to watch probation violators being punished, because it sends a strong message they remember. Hopefully your spanking will help them make better choices as they go through puberty. Once they are seated, I will apply your punishment. Just remember, you brought this on yourself.

URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

MPHFFFFFFFFFFFF

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I couldn’t talk, and I bit down on the damn rubber ball in my mouth again and screamed in frustration. I was sweating now, still fighting the restraints and continuing to struggle. I didn’t want to let them hit me! I didn’t want any school kids watching either. As I jerked and fought, the door opened, and in came a group of teenage boys. Most of them looked really young, but there were a few guys that were at least 17. All of were grinning, and they filed in one after the other and silently took their seats in front of the stage. I was starring right at them, and they at me. I was grunting and fighting and yelling into the gag, and they were only a few feet away. They could see my naked ass bobbing up and down in the mirror, and my caged manhood hanging down between my legs. They were so close they could smell my sweat. They were staring at me, with wide open eyes that seemed to dart nowhere and everywhere with an eagerness and excitement that cannot be described.

As soon as they were seated my probation officer addressed them: Good afternoon guys. The 18 year old teenager you see in front of you has violated his probation, and today he will be receiving 8 hits with a leather belt, followed by 8 swats with an oak paddle. As you can see, his bottom has been recently punished for other misbehavior, and hopefully today’s lesson will help him make better choices. I highly suggest all of you watch this demonstration very carefully, and don’t make the same mistakes this guy made. Misbehavior has consequences!

He took this thick leather belt from a hook on the wall, and showed it to the boys, and also to me. Then, he walked behind me, and shortly after that I heard this loud swish sound, and then the leather belt made contact with my already sore ass, and as soon as it did I bucked my hips and tossed my head up, trying to scream.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Shit it hurt! My eyes went wide open as my naked bottom took the hit, and I intensified my struggles even more. I had to get free! That belt hurt like shit, and I was way too sore to take it. But I took it anyway, the next three hits coming one right after the other, each one burning a hot searing line clear across both naked cheeks of my bottom.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I tried to protest: MPHFFFFFFFFFFFF

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I mumbled.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

SHFGGGGMNT I grunted

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

The burn just started in waves then, with no hesitation between the strokes. After the first four, he paused, and then he said to me.

OK Mika, your parents ordered you to receive four swats with the belt, and you have received them. Hopefully, you will not be defiant at home again. Now, you will receive the additional four hits for defying me, and trying to run away.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

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I yelled into the gag like a crazed maniac, and bit down hard on the ball in my mouth. I was in a total panic, my ass on fire once again, and the pain going through me in a new and different way. Part of my misery was the belt, and part was knowing my own stupidity was driving it, and part of it was the faces of the boys that were grinning at me. The blows came one right after the other, and my ass was painted top to bottom by the leather. By the time I had been hit all eight times, my ass was literally feeling like a nuclear fire was burning the skin right off.

The tears came then, and I started bawling like a ten year old right in front of those young teens. I think that surprised them, to see the big senior crying like a baby, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t! It was just way too much, and that belt burned into my soul.

My probation officer was all business, just doing a job that he felt had to be done. He picked up a paddle next, and brought it forward so the boys could see it close up. Then he said to them: This paddle is made of oak, a hardwood, and the sixteen holes you see on the face of it will make sure it moves through the air faster, so it will hurt like hell. The holes also prevent any air cushion from forming between the paddle and the skin on his bottom. He is receiving four swats today as authorized by his principal, for failing to maintain the required level of academic performance. Next time you guys think about not doing your homework, remember this boy, and what the paddle does to his ass. It burns with a vengeance. Just watch his expression when he feels it on his ass. They say nothing burns quite like a paddle. Nothing on earth. They don’t call it the board of education for nothing! He will receive four swats for the low grades, and four more for making it difficult for us. If he’s not sorry now, he soon will be.

I went crazy. I tried to jerk my ass up and free from the spanking bench, but of course the straps held me down and I couldn’t go anywhere. I was cussing at him, my eyes wide and begging, and I was still yelling into the gag when the first swat hit me. They came fast then, one right after the other, without any pause or hesitation. I had not expected that, and he delivered my punishment without any mercy. He hit me eight times with that big paddle, each stroke brought down full force into my bottom. I yelled and cussed and screamed into the gag, and fought to get free with every muscle in my body. By the time I had received the eighth swat, I was just a blubbering well-paddled boy, with a bright red face and a cherry red ass. The tears just poured out of my eyes, and I lay there then, sobbing. My ass was just a mass of pain, and even my memory of the judicial birching wasn’t like this. I was just totally beaten, defeated and ashamed, and the boys watching were staring with disbelief. Of course they could see my well-beaten ass in the mirror, and it was a sight they’d never forget.

I was miserable, and I sobbed, no longer struggling against the restraints. The fight had been spanked right out of me.

My probation officer then said: OK boys, as you can see, spankings here are not a lot of fun. You may come forward if you like, and touch him. Learn from his misery. He can’t hurt you—he’s tied down well and you are free to look at him up close. Feel free to touch him too if you want, just do not hit him in any way. But feel free to grab his metal cage that keeps his cock out of his reach, and feel how secure it is. Try and imagine for a minute what it would be like if you had your own dick locked into such a device, unable to jerk your meat for up to two years. Remember and learn from this! Feel the welts on his bottom, and notice the sweat that covers his back. He’s been a bad boy, and he’s paying a hard price for his misbehavior.

The boys got out of their seats then and came up on the stage, and I felt their hands probing, touching my bare bottom, pulling on the cage that surrounded my nuts or feeling the metal tube that served as my cock’s metallic prison. I was touched and fondled and the I could feel those teenage boys roving hands and they seemed to explore everywhere, even down in my ass crack and over the skin under my hole. As this was going on I just lay their sobbing, oh-so-sorry and totally defeated. All the struggle was gone now, and I gave up and gave in to what had happened.

After the boys had examined my trashed bottom up close, and felt the welts with their own hands, then they were escorted out of the room. A few minutes after they had gone the same young doc that had examined me before came in and took a long look at my bottom. He spread the cheeks of my ass apart, and ran his finger along the edges of my scrotum cage. He seemed to touch each welt, running his hand over them. He especially seemed to linger around my hole, and I had no idea why. Then, suddenly, without any comment I felt his finger slide deep inside my hole, in and out, and then again, deeper this time, where his finger found my prostate and lingered there. I could feel him pushing there, and my cock swelled up briefly in it’s tube and then a long thin string of semen started to ooze from the metal tip where my cock was hidden, hanging down like an icicle. I gasped. My eyes were wide open, and even though my entire bottom was on fire, the feeling of his finger working over my prostate overwhelmed the pain. It was something I had never felt before. For a minute or so he continued to massage my prostate and as he did it more semen was forced from my balls. GOD. OH FUCKING GOD!

My cock was leaking semen, and it was enough to form a small tiny puddle of jism beneath me. I wasn’t hard, but nevertheless the doc’s probing within my hole was milking me. Finally, after a few minutes, he pulled his finger out of my ass, and after that he said: Three days. Give him three day’s rest, and then he’s ok for school. I’ll give you credit Henderson. You did a very thorough job on his ass, and he’s going to be a very sorry teenager for quite a few days. He can probably handle school on Friday, but not before, but he’s not going to be sitting down for a while. One thing is for sure. I doubt he will forget this one for the rest of his life!

After the doctor left I was alone with the probation officer, and he put his hand on my naked bottom and said: Your bottom is hot to the touch, and it’s going to be sore as hell. I’m sorry it had to be so rough, but hopefully this will be your last probation violation. Before I let you off the bench, I have to change your padlock. It won’t take very long. Just relax, and try and breathe. The pain will go away in time—I know your ass is on fire right now but that will pass.

I felt him reach between my legs then, and I saw THE KEY in his hands! Then I felt him unsnap the padlock. But he did not remove the tube, or pull the cage off of my balls. Instead, he locked a bright yellow padlock through the same hole where the red one had been, and that only took a few seconds. I heard it click, and then he gave it a pull and I could feel the cage pulling down on my scrotum. I was still locked up tight. Then he said: OK...you have a new lock. I’m going to remove the gag now, if you can keep your mouth shut and quit yelling obscenities. Can you do that, or do you need more time to calm down?

I shook my head... and then he said: OK....I’ll take if off now, and then I’m going to let you out of the restraints. No more outbursts though. Just control yourself, and stay calm.

It didn’t take him long, and I was freed from the spanking bench where I had been thrashed. I was very weak, and it was difficult to stand. My entire ass was throbbing. I looked down, at the Probation Control Device (PCD), and my junk was still locked up, but the red lock had been replaced by a slightly bigger one, and it was bright yellow. I looked at him, and tried to wipe away the tears. Finally, I said: Why...why the new lock?

He said: Well, your mother was extremely upset by your misbehavior, and the Corporal Punishment Committee has decided that additional oversight of your PCD is warranted. The yellow lock is exactly like the red lock, but it is slightly heavier and slightly wider. It requires two keys to open, instead of one. The first key needed to open the lock is the exact same key as we have been using with the red lock. We have that key here at the CPA, and your PV, or Primary Victim, still controls when it can be unlocked. The other side of the lock is new, and it can only be opened with a different key, and that key is not kept here at the center. Your mother has the yellow key, and only your parents have the authority to unlock it. It now takes both keys to let you out of the cage. If your mom unlocks the yellow side of the lock, then we can take off the lock here when you show up for a Saturday appointment. But if she doesn’t, then the lock cannot be removed, even if your PV gives approval to let you out and we open the other side of the lock with the red lock key.

OH GOD.

My mom has a key to my cock? I asked.

My probation officer answered, Yes...unfortunately for you, now she does.

I almost burst into tears. BUT...BUT SHE WILL NEVER LET ME OUT OF IT!

My probation officer said: Well, let’s hope you are wrong about that! No matter what, she has to unlock your Probation Control Device at least once each month, so that you can attend your mandatory inspection appointment. But other than that, it’s up to her if she wants to unlock her side of the lock or not. Tough break kid, but she’s concerned you want to have sex with your girlfriend, and because of your probation violation, she was granted key holder rights. Just be glad that it’s not forever. For now, your dad is on his way here, and you are free to head home.

My father picked me up and we said little to each other during the ride home. He had to help me from the car though, and when I got to my room and fell face down on my bed, he peeled back my pants and gasped. As he had done before, he packed my bottom in ice, and put antiseptic cream over the bruises that were starting to turn purple. He gave me some ibuprofen tablets, which helped a little, and I slowly drifted off to a fitful sleep. All the fight was gone from me, and my earlier defiance was gone as well. They owned me, and there was nothing left to fight them with or for. Over the next several days anything my parents wanted I said OK to, and I tried to be helpful in every way I could. I made my bed, and straightened my room and I even washed the dishes without being asked.

By Friday, my bottom had healed up enough that I rode the bus to school, but I don’t remember much of that day. I did pick up my missed homework assignments, and I studied hard over the weekend to get caught up. Jennifer saw me at lunch, and came by and she asked: Hey...how come you haven’t answered any of my texts? You’ve been ignoring me!

I looked at her and said: I’ve been grounded Jenny. And my dad has my cell phone, so I hope you haven’t written anything embarrassing. They beat the shit out of me on Monday.

He face went white, and then she said: Great! That’s just great. Shit. Well, I said I loved your hot tongue, and I told you I wanted you to fuck me again.

Oh God....was she kidding? No, she wasn’t. Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck! No wonder my mother had wanted a key! I had no idea what to say, but I was too embarrassed to tell her about the new lock. But I had the thought it was going to be a very long time before I had a chance to fuck anyone ever again.

For the weekend I was still grounded, and I didn’t even ask when that might end. And on Saturday, mom and dad took me to see some art museums in the city, and I didn’t fight them this time. So I missed my communication window with Thomas. Of course, with my mom holding one of the two keys to my cock, there wasn’t any point in going. And besides, my ass was way to sore to even think about another spanking, so buying time from Thomas to try and get off wasn’t even something I could think about. So, I just stayed horny, and tried not to think about my locked up dick and what I was going to do about it.

Time seemed to blur after that. I worked hard in school, and got my grades back where I needed them to be. I also worked hard at being the good son to my parents, and I could tell they were pleased that the belting they had ordered had been so effective in redirecting my earlier poor attitude. Of course, I knew they could pick up the phone and burn my ass anytime they wanted now, and that power ended any idea I had to defy them. After that beating, I was just not going to take any chances. And they liked that change of attitude, a lot.

But my cock started to get to me, and since I hadn’t gotten off since the Saturday afternoon before the Sadie Hawkins dance, I was feeling that nagging ache in my nuts again and I had no idea what I could do about it. I finally got up the nerve to talk to my dad after dinner one night, thinking he would be at least sympathetic, and I straight out admitted to him that I needed to masturbate. But he told me that my mother would not allow it, and going to the center to get off on Saturday’s hadn’t worked before, and he didn’t see it as a productive thing to start doing again. I begged him. I told him that all guys do it. But he disagreed. He said some males do it, but some do not, and I needed to get myself in the not category. He recommended that if it was really getting to me to try and take a really cold shower, and also to keep busy.

He said: Mika, if a guy wants to, he can ignore his penis. And so can you. And since you have little choice in the matter, the sooner you set your mind to doing so the happier you are going to be. Your mother is adamant, and the lock stays locked! We can’t trust you, and this way you won’t be getting any girl pregnant. My advice for you is to get used to it.

I was so fucked! All I knew was ignoring my penis wasn’t really possible, no matter how cold I made the shower water. And so when Saturday came I flat out begged them to unlock me and let me at least go talk to Thomas. But my parents refused again, and told me I wasn’t going anywhere. Of course, this time I couldn’t defy them.

To make sure of that, my mother put it to be very bluntly: Mika Gentry, make no mistake. If you leave this house and go to that place after I’ve told you not to, then I’ll call your probation officer so fast you won’t know what happened. If I have to do that, I’ll let them spank your bare bottom until the skin is burned off, and it won’t be with a belt. I’ll tell them to use the strap next time, and give you 18. Make no mistake young man, you will not defy me or your father ever again.

And so, another Saturday came and went, and by the following week I was so horny I couldn’t see straight. I was going crazy, and I needed to get off or I’d go out of my mind. It had been a full month since my last ejaculation, and I was more than desperate. Worse, there wasn’t even any hope that I could see to get off in the future. My friends knew I was horny, and while they were sympathetic they were also laughing about it. The only positive thing in my life was that my parents did let me out of the grounding, so once again, I could at least drive to school. I also got my cell phone back. But none of that solved my dick problem. I was trying to be really good, trying hard to study and get my homework done, and trying hard to keep my parents happy. But inside, all I could think about was when my next mandatory appointment was, so perhaps I could meet up with Thomas and buy an opportunity to shoot a load. It wasn’t much to hope for, but it was all I had.

And when that Saturday finally came where I had a mandatory appointment at the Corporal Punishment Center, I was so excited I can’t describe it. The one thing I knew was that my mom had to unlock me before I went for my appointment. But I had the nagging idea that maybe she wouldn’t, and it occurred to me she might even escort me and do the unlocking herself right there in front of my probation officer. But luckily she didn’t. Instead, about an hour before my appointment time, she told me to go see my father in the study. When I got there, he was reading a book, and when he saw me he held up the yellow key that was my mother’s. When I saw it, my heart started beating. My dad was very serious, and then he said: Alright young man, get your pants down, and I’ll unlock our side of your padlock. You need to go to the center, and let them do what they have to do. Your mother doesn’t want you staying any longer than you have to, and you better not come home with stripes on your bottom. She will be checking. But, between you and me, if you happen to have an orgasm while you are there, I don’t see any harm. Just don’t tell her about it. OK, lets get you unlocked, and out of here. Just remember, the second you get back home, you are to report to your mom and then we will get your padlock relocked with her key.

Fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK! But still, there was hope I could get off, and I was so horny it was all I could think about. I almost jerked down my pants, and he put the key in the lock and gave it a turn. Then, as it clicked, he smiled, and said Now, go! I was still locked up tight of course, but now there was only one key between my dick and freedom, and that key was at the center.

I almost ran out the door, and I heard him laugh as I did. I drove to the center, and my probation officer was pleased to see me. Together we went to the conference room, and I preyed to God that Thomas would come online. Because of my parents, I hadn’t been able to show up for any of my recent communication opportunities with Thomas. It had been an entire month, and it occurred to me that he might not sign on today. I was so anxious to see him, to beg for him to let me off, that my heart was pounding. The last time he had strapped me to that chair while I rode that big plastic dildo, but at least I had gotten off and he had milked me dry. It had cost my ass six cuts with the cane, but I didn’t care. I only hoped he wouldn’t make the cost of doing so too high, especially since my dad had warned me my mom was going to be looking at my bottom. But I knew that no matter what price he would make me pay, I’d do anything to empty my balls. ANYTHING.

And sure enough, Thomas Lincoln signed on precisely at noon, and as soon as I saw the light turn green and his face filled the screen I almost screamed with joy. I was so fucking horny words cannot describe it. But before I could say anything or start begging for a chance to get off, he started to talk, and his voice was angry and his face was bright red: So, you finally dared to show your face! Well, FUCK YOU MIKA! You went down on my sister! You did! You might as well admit it, because Mary Craner told me. I trusted you!

My eyes went wide with fear. I tried to think of something: Wait! It’s not like that Thomas! It’s not. It’s not what you think. That wasn’t my plan. I only went to the Sadie Hawkins dance because you insisted!

He answered: Not your plan? I’m no fool! I was up on the bluff after the dance, and we all know there is only one reason to be there. Mary gave me my first blowjob that night, and then she let me fuck her too. Yeah, it was a fun night for me, the best night of my entire life, and she and I are going steady now. But right after she sucked me off I saw my sister’s car off to the left, and that confused the hell out of me. But I sure as fuck didn’t think you were making any moves. Shit. You were all locked up for God’s sake, so I didn’t give it much thought. But apparently that didn’t stop you from pulling down Jenny’s panties!

I stammered. I guess Jenny had talked to her friend Mary, and now Thomas knew. What could I say? I started to beg him, to apologize, but he stopped me again, and he was clearly pissed.

Save it. I don’t want to hear anything else from you. You can’t leave my sister alone, can you? Nope, even locked up and with your cock and balls in prison, you still gotta get in her panties. Fuck her or suck her—you don’t care! God. Even with your dick locked up, you still went for her pussy! Well, I’m done being nice! DONE! No more milking machines and no more dildos in your ass and no more orgasms. No more! Your dick can rot in that metal tube for all I care!

Yeah, your nuts can get so heavy with sperm that they hang to your knees and I’ll laugh when they do. Don’t bother asking. The answer is no. NO! I won’t let you out of your cock cage today, or tomorrow. I won’t let you out period. Not EVER! And I won’t be signing on again either, so don’t bother coming in to beg. No sir horny boy, the answer is NO! I want you to stare at your cock in its metal home and cry yourself to sleep every night. Eighteen more months isn’t it? Yeah, a year and a half to go! Well, enjoy your probation pervert. Enjoy your drooling cock and your aching blue balls. And when you are staring at your locked up cock seeing it drip precum with your pent up desire, I want you to think about me, and how I’m fucking my girlfriend every weekend. Yeah, I’m going to fuck her tonight in fact, just for you. And when I’m doing it, I’ll be thinking about your horny dick trying to get hard inside it’s metal prison, and I’ll laugh my ass off as I shoot my wad. Just think Mika. You are NEVER going to jerk your cock while you are a teenager again. Never. No, you’ll be 20 before you even get to touch it! Goodbye Mika. I hope your balls are throbbing with desire!

He burst out laughing, and then the red light went out, and he was gone and the screen went dark.

I stared at the blank screen, and my heart was pounding. I was so fucked, and I had no idea what to do. I’d never make it. Never. I was already so horny after a month, and with no hope to get off I’d never make it through probation. The tears just came, and I couldn’t stop them. I was so fucked! And there was no hope now!

But, as I would soon find out, sometimes hope comes in ways you never expect.

To be continued......